I See True

by Twilight's hunter

My mom hates me. And I hate her. I can hear her gaggling about the importance of whatever and to be nice and thoughtful and blah. My father, he's more like it. He showed me how to hunt, how to inflict punishment. I was his prized warrior. My mother was hated, even though I should've listened. And then, suddenly, I was hated by both. I saw true.

3. Ch 3- Early Burdens

As I get back to the nursery I sleep, and in the morning light, my mother is waiting for me.

"Hi honey," She smiles at me lovingly. "Why don't we go for a little walk out of camp."

I follow my mother to the exact spot my father talked to me last.

"My dear kit, I want to tell you that they're are some cats who are less... fortunate than us"

"Yes mommy?"

"Your father doesn't think they deserve anything, and he forces them to obey us, with little food and less water."

"But Daddy-"

"I know you're dad is nice, but sometimes people make mistakes"

"Daddy said-"

"But these cats are just like us. Just because of they're fur difference, we judge them harshly-"

"Daddy's says they're STUPID." I said. Mommy was being annoying, didn't she know those cats are dumb?

My mommy's face twisted, showing an emotion I hadn't learned at the time. Pure hatred.

"Well," She muttered, " Isn't that just what Daddy would say? That lying, backstabbing little excuse for a cat! Pretending to have sympathy for me. Pretending that he was helping to work toward my goals to get justice! Please, my kit." She looked at me through her enormous blue eyes. "You aren't like your father. You care for those black cats..."

"Black cats?" I wondered. "Is that how to tell them apart?"

"Yes, my sweet, once a kit is 6 moons, You're father-" her face scrunched up when she said this. I didn't know why. "- Whitestar, because he is leader, he calls up the cat and tells them whether their pure or tainted. It's an unfair system. A horrible way to split up the clan."

My mom was a white cat with a bit of orange tortoiseshell splotches. I was complete white, almost like my dad, except I had a little blotch on my ear. The blotch was midnight black.

"But..." I said, but was stopped.

"Just remember what I said. You'll understand when you're older. Just. Remember."

As we head back to the nursery. I think about everything. I think that my thoughts are too complicated for a kit's. I think that I don't want to have to decide now. I think I don't want to think about it.

And while I'm curled up, safe and warm near my mother, I cannot get any sleep that night.